I can't control it-a BFDI and inanimate insanity fan fiction

Chapter 15: Taco's tale

On the way back home we pass the gaming/comic book store. Me, Pickle, Knife, Fan, and everyone else at our school who love video games and/or comic books go in there a lot. It's not just people at our school who have object nicknames, the 3 employees also have them, and they don't mind weather you call them by their names or nicknames.
Glasses is the manager, and the most notable feature of his is the huge, thick pair of black glasses over his face. He likes to come up with superhero oc's, and they all have technically enhanced glasses that are the source of all of their powers. If he had things his way he would do the same to his own glasses. They are also his most prized possession. Optometrist have asked him multiple times if he wants contact lenses or laser eye surgery, but he wouldn't give up his glasses for anything(A/N I question how he can like his glasses so much, mine are a pain -_-)
Pencil Case is the person who stocks the shelves. If you ever need to borrow any stationary equipment for a while, he's your guy. And he does mind if you loose or don't give back something because he always has a spare. He is also the most organised. He always has been.
And finally there is Notepad. He is the cashier. He is never see without 1 notepad or another. He would also probably make a good security guard, because he writes down every he sees, hears, and everything even he does or says. If you ever need to return a comic or game here for any reason but have lost your receipt, you don't have to worry here because he will have a record of what you bought and when, all written down in carefully organised personal bookshelves of his in the employees room, all in order from the first ever notebook from the first time the store opened, to the last notebook he finished(the current 1 will always be at his side as he writes in it).
They all seem like hopeless nerds, right? Wrong. They like to try and play fun pranks on regular customers a lot(only ever regular customers though, because they don't want to drive new people away from the store). But luckily they didn't do it today, which I great because I would of probably murdered them if they did.
We went in because the new GTA is out(A/N random game. I only know a few video games and only 1 of them that I like is a game series)
"Hey. Let me guess, new GTA?" Says Notepad, only glancing at us for a second before writing down in his notebook
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"Here," says Pencil Case, pointing to the top of a shelf. I'm glad that both Pickle is here, and that this is their shop, because in any other shop I wouldn't be able to reach without asking for help, which is something I wouldn't want to do.
"Both of you getting it, or just 1 of you so that you can play it together at each other's house and then kiss." He then says. If it had been anyone else saying that I would be blushing madly right now, but I'm used to it with them. They constantly ask anyone who could be a potential couple but aren't yet when they are going to ask each other out, or if their dating, or make remarks about them dating. The only bigger shippers in this area are Fan, and this really weird girl at school called Abbie, who does nothing with her life except procrastinate, eat, write, and watch tv/YouTube(A/N yay for insulting myself in my books XD)
"Shut up. And yeah, 1 each"
"Here you go" he says giving us both a copy
"I've already written it down. $12 each" says Notepad
I go to get out my money but Pickle stops me and gives Notebook $24
"My treat"
"Fine, but you've done a lot for me recently, I'm making it up to you big time on your birthday next year." I don't know how I will make it up to him, but I will. But I've got a while to start planning. 9 and a half months to be exact.
"Before you guys go, next week there will be a shipment of new comics. I've already read them to figure out where each of them will go in here, and there is 1 that I think you 2 would enjoy, about a gamer who has the power to bring video game characters and cartoon characters to life, and he accidentally brings to life a lot of the bad guys, so he has the help of the good guys to defeat them. It sounds like your sort of comic. And the best part is the main character has glasses for once!" says Glasses
"Yeah, ok. We might buy the first issue and see if we like it. Bye"
"Bye" say all 3 of the men before Glasses says "come back soon" even though he doesn't have to say that to us because he knows we will.
We then both walk home.
He has been so good to me today. I feel guilty acting dumb around him. He deserves to know the truth. I mean, he showed me his biggest secret; his spot in the park, so he might as well know mine. I'm going to tell him the truth tomorrow.
When I get in I was about to shout 'I'm back' but I don't because my Dad is on the phone and he sounds angry. I don't mean to listen to what he says, but he's shouting it so loud it's impossible not to hear.
"I DONT CARE, STEVE! YOU ARENT TAKING MY DAUGHTER! I DONT KNOW HOW YOU FOUND OUT OUR NUMBER AGAIN AND I DONT CARE IF YOU COME LOOKING FOR US AGAIN, WE WILL JUST MOVE AGAIN, AND YOU ARE NEVER GETTING YOU HANDS ON HER! IS THAT CLEAR!" He then hangs up.
I just stand in the kitchen doorway in shock of what I've just heard. He and Mum finally notice me. They try to act calm and happy again
"Hi, Sweety! How was you day?"
"Who was that?"
"Who was what?"
"Who was that you were on the phone to? Was that Uncle Steve? What did you mean by 'you aren't taking my daughter'? What's going on?"
"Don't worry about it, Honey. Just go to your room, it's nothing to worry about."
"Tell me what's going on!" I almost shout.
"Tora. Please just go into your room. If you do you won't have to do any chores for a month."
"Mum! Tell me what's going on! I'm not going to my room until you tell me what's going on, so you better start talking" I say angrier than I have ever said anything
"Please just go to your room. It's nothing that should concern you, so don't worry about it. You're too young to understand. Too immature."
"YOU SAID TO UNCLE STEVE THAT HES NOT TAKING YOUR DAUGHTER, SO HE EITHER WANTS TO TAKE ME OR MY SISTER, SO I THINK IT DOES CONCERN ME! AND IM NOT TOO YOUNG! IM TWELVE!!!!! NEXT YEAR I WILL BE A TEENAGER!!! AND THE ONLY REASON WHY IM STILL IMMATURE IS BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO BE BUT IM STARTING TO GET SICK OF LYING TO EVERYONE AROUND ME! IM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU TWO LYING TO ME AND KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME, OR TELLING ME TO KEEP SECRETS FROM THOSE AROUND ME BUT NOT SAYING WHY! THIS IS MY LIFE! OUT OF EVERYONE DONT I DESERVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH?! NOW YOU BETTER START TALKING RIGHT NOW OR I AM CALLING UP UNCLE STEVE AND ASKING HIM, AND DONT THINK I WONT, I KNOW HOW TO HACK INTO YOUR PHONE AND GET THE NUMBER THAT YOU JUST CALLED, SO YOU BETTER START TALKING!!!!!!!!" I shout, not caring if anyone on the streets can hear my accent.
My dad sighs and says "Tora, you better sit down."
I sit down whilst looking at them confused and angry.
"What do you remember about your Uncle Steve?"
"Not much. I remember he used to give me lots of science and maths books and stuff like that, and that he was really proud of how smart I was, unlike you. And the last time I saw him, I can't really remember what happened, but I remember his car, and lots of people, and you guys were happy to see me, and something about Steven Universe I think. And I know that he created and owns meeple, that he's very rich and that he lives somewhere in America, but I don't know where. But that's all I remember."
"Ok, let's just start from the beginning. When you were younger you were smart. Very smart. Your Uncle soon figured this out and gave you lots of non-fictional books so that you could be smarter. Then he decided he wanted to take you on a business trip because you were that smart. Obviously your mother and I refused to let him take you, and we thought then we had heard the end of it, but we didn't. Then, not even a week later he was babysitting you. Your brother and sister were out with friends so it was just you and him. You were apparently saying about how you wanted go to beach city and meet Steven and the crystal gems, and he said he would take you to meet them, and you were so young, you believed him. You went with him in his car and were on the way to the airport. Meanwhile we had just gotten back, and you were both gone. No note, no message, no nothing. Your mother and I were worried sick. We knew he had taken you, and that you were probably on the way to the airport, so we called the police and told them all we knew. The police caught you about 5 minutes away from the airport. We were so happy to see you again. We thought we had lost you."
"Was he arrested. Surely he should of been arrested. It's child abduction."
"He wasn't arrested. We think he must have bribed the police, but he somehow got away a free man. But we knew you weren't safe as long as he was free, so we decided to move house for the first time, and to change our phone numbers, so that he would have no way of finding us. But he did. Over and over again. Eventually we decided to get you to start acting dumb, so that if he saw you he might think you got hit in the head or something and was no longer smart, and would then stop going after you. That didn't work. At least not at first. But that is probably because he hasn't seen you acting dumb. But then we moved here because we thought he would still be looking for us in England, and he didn't do anything for ages. We thought that he had given up or couldn't find you or something, until today just before you came home when he figured out our new phone number. And he says he knows where we are. We don't know how, we made sure that there were no traces of where we went back in England, and we've made sure that no one sees you, where you are or how smart you are on social media, and we've taken great care in trying to make sure he can't find us, but he says he has. If he really has found us we may need to move house again."
"This is my fault" I gasp.
"No it's not, back then you didn't understand what was happening, it was 100% his fault."
"Not that. I went behind your backs and started a YouTube channel with my friends, and it's gotten really popular. I didn't know any of this I just thought you just didn't want me to post something embarrassing online or something! And school has started doing this competition thing which gets uploaded to YouTube and the viewers get to vote who goes furthest, and today I got second place in my class! I'm sorry! I didn't know about any of this!"
They just looked blankly at me before exchanging worried glances.
"Please tell me you were acting dumb in those videos"
"Of corse. That's what you always wanted me to do, and my friends would probably find it weird if I am dumb normally when around them but then on the internet I acted smart."
"Thank god. Ok, so if you keep on acting dumb and he sees you acting dumb in real life he might think you are actually dumb and not just acting for the cameras. You just need to continue doing that and no matter what don't tell ANYONE the truth."
"Anyone?! Not even Pickle. I wanted to tell him tomorrow because he's my best friend and I know for a fact that I can trust him. I can trust all of my friends."
"We know and we also trust your friends, but it isn't about how trustworthy your friends are it's about what if you tell someone trustworthy about all of this and then someone untrustworthy hears."
"What if I told him in a place that only me and him know about and so only he will hear?"
"No. I'm sorry but someone could easily follow you there without either of you knowing. Maybe in a few years time if all of this has stopped you can tell him, but you can't right now, ok."
"Ok" I say sadly, before releasing another question I have, "wait, if Steve created Mephones and you want me to stay away from anything Steve related why are you ok with my teacher being a Mephone?"
"Remember just before we moved here when we asked you to do that hacking thing?"
"I sorta remember it, but not so well"
"well we were getting you to hack into the Mephone 4 that would be your teacher, and Mephone 4s that would probably be your substitute, just to make sure they weren't secretly still working with him, and luckily they weren't"
"Thank god"
"Why are you saying that? Is there something we should know about your teacher?"
"At first I was acting silly in class and on purposefully failing my tests, but then I realised that by doing bad in test on purpose I was sabotaging my future, which I didn't want to do, so I started to try, and my intelligence shows through my tests. I never show anyone my test marks because they would probably find it suspicious that I act so dumb but still get all of the right answers, but Mr Mephone marks it, and so he knows that I'm smart and is constantly telling me to try harder in class"
"Ok, you not wanting to mess up your future is fine, but please in the next few test you do be a bit more careful, because although those test are fine for Mr Mephone to see, if Steve sees them we don't know what he'll do."
"Ok. Thanks for telling me. I'll be a bit more careful in the future. I'm going up to my room to think about things now, ok."
"Ok. We'll see you in a bit when you come down for dinner. We love you"
"Love ya too"
I walk into my room, chuck my bag onto the floor and fall face first onto my bed. I can't believe I just got all of the answers I've been searching for all of my life all at once. I'm not sure how I feel about them though. I had no clue my life was so complicated. I wish I knew all of this before though, because then I might have done things differently and he probably wouldn't know where I am. I wouldn't of joined in on the YouTube channel or the object show, and would be more careful about what I say to who. But then again the YouTube and object show were fun, and I wouldn't of been so trusting when making friends, so I wouldn't have as many, and I would grow up sad and lonely. But I would have the risk of moving house. But if I was sad and lonely there wouldn't be much point staying anyway. All of this is just too much to process at once.
All of those years I thought my parents were telling me to act dumb because I wasn't good enough for them and that they didn't like who I was. But.......they were just trying to protect me......because they love me and want me to stay myself and not be taken........but I didn't stay myself because of them.........but they were still just trying to protect me.
This is definitely too much for me to take in all at once. I need to talk to someone about this. I need to talk to Pickle about this. He would know exactly what to say or do. He always does. But I can't tell him. I can't talk to him about this. I can't talk to anyone about this. If I do Steve or someone working for him could overhear and.........I don't care what happens to me.........but the people who I care about do........and although I don't care, they would all be so upset if something happened to me, and I would never want them to feel sad because of me. I'm going to have to go through this alone. No matter how much I don't want to.
"Kids, dinners done!"
Already. Alright then. Time to stop thinking and have some food.
Everything is different now.......